Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1894 22. Something seems broken

Walking on the Yin iron bridge inside the Palace of the Domination Sanctuary, Fenna, who was holding the little murloc, looked around at the silent and busy Oathsworn warriors.

She was intrigued by the monstrous colossi that lined the hall, waiting to be empowered.

Sensitive to war, she can realize that those steel titans made of heavy spiritual steel are very powerful weapons. They have no hands and are replaced by claw weapons shaped by chains, with lantern-like spikes on their heads. The crown, and the howling soul will be sent into it to make the core.

That cold, powerful and rough aura made Fenner a little uncomfortable. She could imagine the brutal killings these Abyss Maw Colossi would cause once they appeared on the battlefield.

Not to mention the scorched behemoths that are stationed throughout the sanctuary as guards.

Any one of those guys is as tall as a Titan Thundercast Colossus, and the viciousness and ruthlessness gleaming in the small heads shaped like steel skulls demonstrates their near-invincible brute force.

And there is a gloomy and cold breath of death in the strong steel body, which shows that these war colossi can also manipulate complex and dangerous death magic.

This kind of army spread all over the Sanctuary of Dominion, and every steel fortress built by Zovar in the Devouring Abyss was full of pits, which proved that the younger brother's vigilance against the death force was not groundless.

At least as far as Fenner saw it, the realm of death, which has not received much attention, is indeed ready to deal with war. The natural disasters of the undead are only their vanguard, and their real army of destruction is still yet to be triggered.

This is a group of terrible enemies.

However, Fenner has other things to complain about, such as:

"Why does every type of soldier have symbols like 'chains' and 'spikes'?"

The stupid warrior walked forward, and Bu Laike, who didn't care much about everything around him, complained:

"Why does that gloomy Zovall like these two things so much? Is it because he was imprisoned by his brothers and sisters for too long, so he fell in love with the chains that imprisoned him?

Huh~ This Abyss Devouring King is really a pervert. "

"I advise you to speak less."

The pirate whispered:

"This is someone else's territory."

"But I'm telling the truth."

Finner didn't care.

Although these Oathsworn looked fierce and terrifying, in previous contests, she had proved that demigod warriors strengthened by sinful forces could still easily destroy them.

In Fenner's simple thinking, things that can be destroyed are never worthy of fear by soldiers.

"Uh, regarding this point, I think those warden's magic eyes floating behind your head, ready to give you a 'craniotomy' at any time, seem to have a different opinion."

The pirate shook the chain of control in his hand and said something casually.

Fenner turned her head suddenly, and saw three gloomy warden's eyes quietly emerging from the shadow of death. The eyeballs of those strange creatures shone with a cold and ruthless light, and black energy gathered in the eyeballs with.

"What are you looking at? Those big eyes that make people uncomfortable."

The soldier held the Titan Killer at his waist, and yelled coldly:

"Do you believe it or not?"

She followed Boo Laike cursingly across the increasingly uncomfortable halls of the sanctuary, and finally entered the room the warden had prepared for his guests, under the bleak gaze of a few magic eyes.

It has to be said that although Zovall is an idealistic and cold villain, he still has a superb understanding of enjoyment after experiencing betrayal and exile.

At least the furnishings and layout of the room in front of me reflect the first-class luxury and comfort of the kingdom of the dead, and even have a bathroom for the guests.

I don't know how he got these things in this lifeless ghostly place called Maw Abyss.

"Go take a shower."

The pirate looked at the bright room in front of him, nodded in satisfaction, played with the chain of domination in his hand, and said something to Fenner behind him.

"Ok."

The elf warrior who was eager for rewards finally stopped complaining about this uncomfortable gulf. She threw the little murloc out of her hand and walked into the bathroom humming. Soon there was the sound of water flowing.

"By the way, brother, I saw that nagging guy give you something just now? Is it a good thing?"

Fenner's voice sounded from the bathroom, and Bu Laike, who was lying on the sofa, looked at the chain of domination in his hand and nodded, saying:

"It's a good thing, but it's a pity that you can't use it. This is a real evil thing. It can be used to do some really evil things. Never be curious about these things."

"Got it, I'll be out soon."

There was expectation in Fenner's voice, but Laike's attention was all on the black chain in his hand:

Name: Chain of Domination [Incomplete]

Quality: Artifact of Death Godhead Infusion [Spiritualization, Withering, Sin, Promotion, Judgment]

Equipment attribution: Laike Shaw

Equipment effects:

1. The chain of bondage:

The chain of dominion was specially made by the death eternal warrior master to bind the exile Zovall, and the godhead infusion from the eternals made it have the most advanced [binding] rule in the field of force.

Any life bound by the chain of domination will enter the state of [weakness]. This effect ignores all power interference, and the duration depends on the target's godhead strength.

The chain of dominance has a compulsory effect of immunity resistance for life below [God].

Notice:

The Chain of Dominion is incomplete, and after the Zovar breaks free from its bondage, the Chain of Dominion is less effective against the Eternal of Death.

2. Chain of Judgment:

Zovar used to be the arbitrator among the Eternals of Death. He was responsible for judging all the souls that fell into the shadow world. As an artifact that lived with Zovall for countless epochs, the Chain of Dominion also possessed the same power.

All souls bound by the chain of domination will suffer the effect of [Judgment]. The user can use the chain of domination to pull the target's soul out of the body, and impose different degrees of punishment on the target to achieve the purpose of judgment.

The duration of the [Judgment] effect only depends on the will of the user. Since the chain of control is not complete, the duration of this effect will be reduced when targeting [Gods].

The chain of dominance has a compulsory effect of immunity resistance for life below [God].

The current number of targets that can be judged at the same time is: [20/20]

3. The Chain of Torment:

The chain of domination is a torture device, and any target bound by the chain of domination will feel pain, and the residual power from the sinful godhead can make the user inflict [soul torture] on the target.

The pain caused by this punishment is not immune, and can be gradually intensified according to the user's will until the soul is broken.

Item description:

The Chain of Domination is the highest-grade artifact that can be born in the Shadowlands. It is an extension of Zovall's power of domination. The Warden giving it to you represents his importance and kindness to you.

Notice:

This item can be regarded as a forging material, applying the power of different godheads and supplementing it with other materials can create a god-specific artifact.

"Compared to you who are generous, Emperor Denathrius is really a narrow-minded miser."

On the sofa, Laike grabbed the chain of dominion in his hand with a contented and happy expression, and put it in front of his eyes, shaking it like a toy.

His eyes are full of satisfaction.

I also have a very good impression of Zovall's gloomy god. Among other things, it depends on the extent of his extravagance, which is enough to crush all the objects that Laike has served before.

Uh, almost as generous as Bai Fumei's boss, Ms. Elune.

When you meet, you will get an artifact.

If possible, Laike would very much like to dedicate his fiery loyalty to the warden without reservation, but unfortunately that gloomy bald head may not accept it.

Guys immersed in ideals are so difficult to deal with. They may not be very smart, but most of them are not willing to take advantage of small advantages, which makes it difficult for the evil god's many methods to be effective.

"Brother, what are you smirking at?"

The door of the bathroom was pushed open, and Miss Fenna, who was wearing a black nightgown stolen from Xalatas, poked her head out and looked at her stinky brother who was making a weird laugh on the sofa like an idiot.

She doesn't hide anything. For a straightforward fighter, one must get the reward they deserve for doing something.

"I'm just thinking about how to make some trouble for Mr. Zovall. You know, a villain like me is either harming people or on the way to harming people."

Bo Laike replied, without resisting Fenner's approach, he looked up at her. Unlike other beauties who maintained abnormal male-female relationships with the crumb pirates, the skin of the elf warrior was not perfect.

There are always such scars on her body, which are the marks left by the battle.

Fenner never cared about maintaining her skin either, she thought these scars were a testament to her glory, and all warriors thought so, and Laike was also a prodigal son who could appreciate all kinds of beauty.

He also felt that this kind of Fenner had a unique charm, just like a black panther queen walking in the forest, she didn't use her frailty to win the appreciation of the males, her strength was enough to show her own The allure of heroism.

From this point of view, Fenner is definitely not a stupid girl who doesn't know how to have fun.

She is actually very smart, she knows the difference between herself and other women, and uses this difference as her sharpest weapon in front of the stinky brother.

"boom"

Boo Laike was pushed on the couch by the Warrior Queen's foot.

The lady eager for war looked down at him like a hungry female leopard. She liked to take the initiative in any battlefield, and she was the only one who regarded conquering the evil god as her goal and achieved it.

Today is another duel of warriors, and Fenner is as confident as a warrior who never surrenders.

"What about my reward?"

the Warrior Queen asked.

The suppressed pirate shrugged his shoulders, lightly shook his left hand, and the chain of dominion he had just obtained wrapped around the confident Fenner's vigorous thigh like a snake.

The moment this thing came into contact, Fenna let out a feeble cry.

The momentum she had just accumulated suddenly collapsed like a castle on the beach. The irresistible curse of weakness exploded, making her lack even the strength to lift her fingers. She could only fall down like a doll, falling on the On the carpet in front of the pirates.

"Evil thing!"

She cursed, obviously didn't like this feeling

But the evil god likes it very much.

Evil guys like to watch this kind of story of a powerful queen falling into a weak and desperate situation, which has the same sense of taboo as the fall of the holy priestess.

For the brave warriors who want to conquer the evil gods who are overconfident, the cruel evil gods never show mercy.

With the help of the powerful effect of the chain of dominion, he did not even move a finger, so that the confident warriors who came to fight against the demons ushered in an unexpected failure. Under the weak oppression of the evil artifact, Fenner was quickly defeated Into a ball of mud.

"Bang, bang"

The knock on the door sounded at this moment, saving the pathetic soldier from the hopeless end of falling completely into the power of the evil god.

Cloth Laike, who was neatly dressed and did not move his hands or feet, curled his lips, glanced at the weak idiot with absent-minded eyes, shrugged his shoulders, put away the "Daifenna Noble Phantasm" wrapped around his wrist, and strode to the In front of the door.

Outside the door stood a Lich-like Archmage of the Oathsworn, who held a weapon that Laike knew very well.

"Ah, I love her new look, so cool!"

The evil god nodded in satisfaction, and stretched out his hand to take the Saramani sword that had been away from him for a long time. He took it into the room and admired it carefully.

After the strengthening of the power of dominance was completed, Salamani still retained the scorching and uncommon appearance of the past, with two sharp blades, one long and one short, perfectly integrated into the common sword body.

There are shining death runes on its double blades, which are almost the same as the inscriptions on the sword of Frostmourne, probably to express the sincerity of the Abyss Eater King. Frostmourne a few more pieces.

On both sides of the once smooth blade, more ferocious and destructive shark-like serrated teeth have been reshaped, making the once elegant Elven Excalibur even more brutal.

The sword hilt gauntlet was also reshaped into the Maw style, with gloomy light shining on the dark spikes, making her look even more indifferent.

The whole sword exudes a faint blue light in the hands of Bu Laike, and there are gusts of cold wind blowing to the soul without swinging it. The imperial rune also lit up with a faint purple light. Obviously, she retained the perfect fit for power that she possessed.

The pirate held the cold Sorrow Blade with both hands, and as a ball of purple light emerged from the indentation in the center of the sword, he used light force with both hands to split the Sorrow Sword in two with a slight clicking sound.

Still the original feeling, or the original taste.

Bu Laike was more and more satisfied with this sword. He let go of his hands and let the two swords float beside him, and said again:

"Why so silent? My dear sword girls, shouldn't the reunion with the master be more enthusiastic?"

"We're so sad, badass master!"

The bad Eremeni said in a dull tone:

"You left us in this ghost place, and let those dead spirits touch us"

"Hey, don't be so outrageous."

Bu Laike rubbed his forehead with a headache and said:

"Besides here, I can't find any other place for you to complete, right? Besides, you are weapons. Isn't contact during forging very common?"

"But when you reunited, there were other women beside you!"

The always well-behaved Sharathor also lost her temper. She made a sharp noise in the air, and her cold blade hovered in Bu Laike's ear, and said in an indifferent voice:

"Perhaps we sisters should kill that shameless woman to ensure our place in your heart. We are not bragging, my dear master, even an ancient god like Xal'atath can't resist us sisters blade."

"That's right."

Heijian Jianniang let out a piercing scream, and she shouted:

"The master belongs to us. According to that strange talisman maker, as long as we kill enough powerful souls and devour their hearts, one day we can have perfect spirit bodies.

We have a body and we can do some shameful things with our master. You don't need other women anymore, we can meet all your needs. "

"Hey! You two!"

Bu Laike grasped the hilts of the trembling double swords with both hands, frowned and said:

"Did the talisman engraver instill some strange powers in you when he completed the final completion for you? Why did such a crazy idea appear?"

"No, that's how we are, master."

Sharathor whispered in a soft voice that terrified Bo Laike:

"Only when the weapon and the user are truly integrated can we discover all our potential and destructive power. We only understand 'love', and by the way understand the beautiful emotion of 'jealousy'."

"We know what it's like to be sad."

Eremeni's blade was close to Bu Laike's neck, and the middle-aged girl Jian Niang seemed to have turned into a sad literary and artistic young woman, and said softly:

"We long to be by your side, and do not want to share your glory with other souls, please use us to your heart's content, master, you will eventually know that all the emotions in the world are no match for the company of weapons.

Only we have 100% loyalty to you. "

"Frankly, your changes scare me."

Bu Laike combined the two blades into one, wore it behind his back, and hid it with the Luna Armor. He looked at Fenner who got up from the sofa and tried to escape, the chain of dominion in his hand hung down and rattled clattering.

Rubbing his chin, he said:

"Looks like I have to talk to that talisman engraver. Of course where are you going after punishing the not so docile warrior? My Fenna, don't you want a 'reward'?

I was going to talk to you about this, about you who have been getting more and more indulgent lately

come over! "

(end of this chapter)